We’ve
turned around and headed back towards Jason. I still don’t know exactly how we’re
going to fix this mess but at least we’ll be together. I’ve only kept up with
what’s on the news and know they’re holding back – a rarity for local media and
who knows about its accuracy. I need to be there. I haven’t spoken to my sister
in weeks. I have no idea what’s happened in my absence. And I’m beginning to
hate my socks.
We didn’t
exactly have enough time to grab a full wardrobe when we were fleeing for our
lives and we hardly have enough cash to rent the motels. We haven’t even paid
for every stay.
A few words
of wisdom, I’ve learned on this journey: You really should wait to hear the
door close before walking away. It is so easy to convince maids and night attendants
of poor service. It’s not their fault. They’re just doing their job. And
between the serial killer and the serial killer’s husband, we are rather adept
at lying about the tiniest of things.
So far,
there hasn’t been a murder anywhere near our stops (that wasn’t committed by
me) so we may be in the clear for now. Perhaps it was just a random killer
passing through but I don’t believe so. There was something about the way that
first woman screamed. Terrified of what she was seeing; no hope for survival at
all. A sound like that took me years to produce. It’s enough to haunt even my
dreams. If I had any.
I barely
sleep these days and when I do, I dream of Jason. Of justice. Of slitting
Charlotte’s throat slowly. Stitching up her wounds and slicing again, all the
way around. I dream of her head sliding off her body as I sever the last
connection to her miserable life.
What
happened to her? When I murdered her husband and helped her escape to her
sister’s she was fine. Grateful and well adjusted. Clinging to life as she
struggles to escape her binds in the bathtub I’ve tossed her in once again.
Bathtubs do make excellent prisons. Slippery and confining – only one way out
and I guard the door. But as much as I dream of her obliteration, I know what
punishment is coming to Charlotte:
She has to
take the fall for my crimes. For the crimes Jason is accused of. James agrees. Casey
doesn’t really speak anymore but I know she’d agree if it meant her freedom as
well. Once we’re back in the city, we’ll make a plan to shift the blame to
Charlotte. She’ll mysteriously turn up dead and it will all go away.
Hopefully.
All I can
do is hope, dear readers. For all I know, I could be caught tomorrow. Or Jason
could go to trial without any support. Or a million other things could change.
But I have hope that will all work out in the end. Otherwise, what is the point
of continuing?
So I hope.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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